Lyrics:
c Hitchcock cameo you blink and then it's over
But no-one gets away for free
The doors are locked our guns are cocked
Weight is off our shoulders
a process of elimination
Serve justice by means of termination
Because a biter only brings aggravation
A lotta trouble and a lotta frustration
So here's
when it was fun and laughs, before hip-hop was based on cash
Let's blaze a sack and concentrate on coke inflation
You know the biggest asses in
they rolled right by it
Wasn't me they was after
A little red corvette
They was tryin to capture
Dread I feel sweat so I set down my jacket
Look up
full of cum
Stay dumb and conforming
While rich men try to make amends
With inflation raped percentages
And It still feels like slavery
It’s just
time rhyme crime family
That shines Godly light
Upon this hip-hop art form, yo Dunn
We can't be measured by no chart, the God brung
Never bust
Lady luck just let you down, she's just another girl
Grins and snickers all around
Imitation pearl, bones
Mass inflation, welfare line, gross
feet now
9 to 5 got you beat now
You working hard to save
Inflation like a tidal wave
Are we free like we want to be
Tell me are we free like we
start by making a statement
Because I been berated escaping while feeling heavily sedated
My mind is invaded trying to combat this inflation
What
Re-Ron, you know
We don't need no Re-Ron
We've seen all the Re-Rons before
It's beyond reel-to reel and
Shogun to RayGun
And no-one has been psyched by
of a game where the culture's missing
When the CEO's blinded by the glow, it's different
Believe in myself and the Coles and Kendricks
Let the sock puppets
building and shit, live by the model let's get killed or get rich
Fly to islands just to chill with a bitch, I'm just a nigga that was real and that's it
I need to find myself
Lord willing I'll redefine myself
More reason to multiply myself
Lord help me
Don't leave me by myself
Nah I ain't by myself
I
keep it one hundred
Side by side like by blamma side by side in the Phantom
You gettin a pic like a camera hearign the truth is not random
I can give you
don’t put me on standby, wrong guy
Ain’t the type to just stand by and watch I
Am just a man still you know I need love I
Know you know It want more than
a gun
And start firing
All the types be out
Hood boogers
Looking for a snotty nose
Horses with phat backs
Stroll by
Like cameos
Skin black
But shines
by those foes on the low
I keep my circle like a spare key you never see it
Hardly use em like your first fresh pair ofsneakers
Im on the beach with my
they belong to
Maybe they were sent by that faggot who wears a tutu
You know those dresses ballerinas wear while they're twirling on their toes
We dance
Psychopath on the phonograph, nut of the cuts
You heard the boy slice, is he nice or what?
He's the main entertainer inside the show
And he goes by the name
want that shit by the boatload
I need a plug like lobos
These monkey ass niggas be savin' these bitches
Take off your cape, Mojo Jojo
I put ice
Tone, that was on
Even frontin her the zones, 'til he died in born homes (*laughing*)
He was killed by a young nigga creepin with the chrome
Took
on the spot
I'm more chillier than Dennis-in
Finishin' up my zip
Quick to make my grip
You fuck around and get licked
By the Luni click
So that
a sample
Who's coming foward to set the example
Inflation, starvation
Surviving takes a strong nation
Those who like to bring about static
Be aware
a sample
Who's coming froward to set the example
Inflation, starvation
Surviving takes a strong nation
Those who like to bring about static
Be aware
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